Requiem

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Sun Feb 21, 2021 2:33 pm

*Bodies clad in armour surrounded the trio of Jedi Guardians, the smell of smoke and charged flesh circulating through the ship’s ventilation system. The elder of the three turned to the younger two a pink man and a tanned woman and smirked.*

“That wasn’t nearly as bad as I anticipated.”

*The ship lurched and explosions could be heard as laser blasts impacted the hull. The elder Jedi found his footing as he grappled with compensating for the sudden port list the Star Destroyer took on. He snickered and looked at the other two Jedi, this was his fight, not theirs, even if they thought that it indeed was. He took a deep breath and braced his hand against the wall. His blue eyes settled on his comrades in arms, he had watched them grow and even took part in their training in their younger days, though he had never officially taken either of them as a Padawan, though in retrospect he wouldn’t have minded either of them. Julian and Nomi, they were family to him and one of them actually was, his eyes settled on the purple eyes of the half Human and half Zeltron Jedi Knight, though the Jedi genes seemed dominant in him, it was the human side of him that he shared. He offered Julian a warm smile, a smile mixed with the feelings of pride and regret, for the first time in the time he had known him he was going to admit something, something that Julian may not want to hear, or maybe something that he had already heard, but something that Svo’k had to say to the younger man.*

“You look so much like my Adrian….like your father.”

*His red and black tattooed hand came up and brushed the cheek of the Jedi Knight, who looked a bit perplexed but returned the warm smile.*

“I never told you this when you were young, but there is a lot of him in you, all the good parts, the man he could have been is the man you are, but still you’re better, you came back from the Darkness.”

*Svo’k took a deep breath, the war weary Jedi Knight, whom could’ve been a Master decades ago, took a single step back.*

“Both of you go. This is not your fight it is mine and I will not allow my mistakes to claim anymore innocent lives.”

*There was a protest as the tan woman moved to step forward a dart flew into her neck in a flash and in half a heartbeat later a ray shield popped up and separated the trio from where Svo’k had pressed his hand against the wall a moment ago. Julian’s face contorted in betrayal as Nomi slumped into his arms he narrowed his eyes at Svo’k but the elder Jedi held out a finger shushing him before he could scream.*

“She’ll be fine in a few minutes Julian, but now you don’t have a choice. This is the only way forward and you’re not getting through the shield. You can either die here with Nomi or take her back to the ship and leave this fight to me where it rightly falls.”

*A single tear rolled down Svo’k’s cheek as he touched the shield near Julian’s face.*

“Thank you for your help in getting this far and thank you for showing me the man my son could have been, it is perhaps the greatest joy in my life seeing you become the Jedi that you are now. I am so proud of you Julian, I could not have asked for anything else and I am proud to call you grandson.

Now…go son of my son, move forward and carry the light of the Jedi with you and leave me to extinguish this darkness once and for all.”

*Svo’k Lynd, Jedi Knight, raised his brown hood and bowed to the two Jedi on the other side of the ray shield before turning away.*

“May the Force be with you Julian Orspach and Nomi Jonan…don’t wait for me, I have my own way out.”

*Svo’k stepped foward towards the giant blast doors in front of him, they slowly opened, smoke seeping out from them, there were men clad in armour and heavily armed in melee weapons, their outlines slowly showing themselves as the smoke dissipated. Their red armour shined through as the four men took defensive stances, they were minus one, their leader…..for so many years was absent. Svo’k smiled at the men his lightsaber flew into his right hand it’s blue blade igniting at a forty five degree angle to the floor as the smoke slowly enveloped him as it moved back through the ship. The light of the blue blade was the only thing visible to Julian on the other side of the ray shield and then he heard Svo’k’s voice.

“You have a choice to make, you can either die at the service to this monster who doesn’t care about you or you can throw down your weapons and leave now and your crimes will be forgotten and your names cleansed of the evil that has corrupted you…..”

*The men fanned out and took up defensive positions, readying their weapons, the crackle of an electrostaff springing to life.*

“Pity. It is however much more fun this way….”

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Sun Feb 21, 2021 5:39 pm

*A distant memory of a voice echoed in his head, a reassuring voice that brought with it warmth and a soothing kindness he had known for many years.*

“The wars are much older than either of us are.

Peace Dearheart.”

*He centered himself and found his inner peace, the happy spot he went to when things were at their worst, when the odds were stacked against him, the voice of his lifelong friend and mother figure in his life soothing him as it always had even when he was on the other side of this fight. The sound of the elctrostaff coming at him found him centered evenly in the moment, his blue blade smashed against it sending a shower of sparks to illuminate the smoke.

“Your eyes can mislead you, don’t trust them.”

Both the words of a Jedi and Sith teacher of his, mixed together and paraphrased in his head, but the words that he heard were in the voice of the man who led him towards Knighthood and kept him on the right path regardless of the temptations, how he missed Harper.

The sound of the Electrostaff ceased and it fell to the ground as a red helmet flew across the floor and emerged from the smoke and slid into the ray shield Svo’k had setup moments ago. In the distance the outline of the headless figure collapsed under it’s own weight flat to the floor. He then eyed the two other figures emerging from the smoke into his field of vision on his left, he felt their presence before he saw them, but it was the one coming from his right that alarmed him the most. In a moment his lightsaber switched to his left hand, his right hand raised and the figure attacking from the right dropped his weapon and grabbed his throat as he levitated into the air for a brief moment before flying against the bulkhead, his head smashing into an electrical panel knocking him unconscious.

Anolther melee weapon came from up high Svo’k rolled to his left, his blade sweeping the legs off of one of the men who fell down in shock, followed quickly by the startling realization and pain accompanying it. He screamed as his momentum carried him helplessly across the floor flipping over and landing flat on his back a few feet from the fight. His weapon flying to the other side of the room as Svo’k waved a hand. Then there was one.

The man moved to stab Svo’k in the back with his beskar reinforced spear, but he was not fast enough, Svo’k sprang up as the man stumbled over him, and thrust his lightsaber directly through the back of the man’s neck who fell to ground with a thud. In the corner of the room, lying against the wall the unconscious red armour clad man stirred, he pulled himself to his feet and reached for his weapon, but again found himself levitating he looked around terrified as he felt himself flying straight towards the blade of the Jedi Knight, the red beam of energy piercing the chest plate effortlessly and merging with a sizzle from the man’s back. Svo’k extinguished his blade and the man fell to the ground.*

“Rest well, may the Force forgive you all for what you have done.”

*Svo’k turned to the dismembered man screaming on the ground, he approached catiously and the man reached for a knife on his belt but it flew from his hands and landed near the helmet of the first attacker next to the ray shield. Svo’k held the man still with the force and bent down next to him and removed his helmet.*

“Peace. I’m not going to kill you.”

*He reached for a syringe on his belt and jabbed it into the man’s neck, a strong painkiller immediately went to work as it surged through the wounded man’s bloodstream.*

“Your legs are more or less cauterized, you won’t bleed out and that pain killer is good for a few hours. If you wish to live, crawl to an escape pod, I have no desire to take your life.”

*The man grunted and looked at Svo’k with a startled confusion and nodded as he collected himself and looked around, but before he could speak Svo’k was walking through the blast doors from which his attackers had emerged. Deep in though the Jedi Knight maintained his center and thought back again on the journey that had led him here, once again words echoed through his mind.*

(I am watching the living proof that you’re a father, yes still full of flaws, but one who looks at his children and puts this son’s life in front of his own..)”

*He pondered this thought for a long moment as he looked at the ornate door before him that slowly began to open, he lowered his head as the door hissed and groaned, the lights of the ship flickering, once again laser blasts could be heard now that he was fully aware of his surroundings and not focused directly on his attackers whom led dead or wounded in the previous room. Svo’k stepped into the room which was clear of smoke or damage, an ornate Sith marking was on the floor in front of him and he shook his head as smoke from the previous room rolled in, his lightsaber held freely and safely extinguished in his right arm as the door slammed shut behind him. His senses scanned the room, there was only one here, he stood off in the distance his back towards Svo’k staring out a giant window watching the fight take place outside. Blue eyes scanned the man from beneath his hood, it was a presence he had not felt in decades, a man he had not seen nor had cared to see him, but could have come for him at any time.*

“Hello my Son…”

Post by **Johnathon Lynd** » Sun Feb 21, 2021 9:05 pm

Having closed his natural eyes long ago, the man in black and yet strangely regal and ceremonial black and red robes had stood at the window not quite watching the fight that took place before him, but watching the fight that was taking place behind him. Oh yes there was the slaughtering of his soldiers by the trio of Jedi, most notably was not his father, but was his former apprentice and Nomi Jonan, perhaps the most tactical fighter of them all, he had no doubt that Nomi Jonan would make a fine apprentice, it was winning her over that would be next to impossible, so destroying her was an option, or perhaps destroying everything she loved? Including his former apprentice. That was a different approach than he had taken with Julian, a more pointed approach but sometimes a sharpened instrument like her needed to be slammed into something a blunt object to be dulled to the point of being able to be reformed into something more useful.

His vision seemed to fade for a brief moment and hesitate, he paused and focused his energy just in time to see the trio slaughtering his royal guard, Nomi and Julian, taking down two of them and Svo’k alone taking down the other two, they were no match for the Jedi and it was indeed a pity to send them to their deaths against three armed Jedi Knights, at least two of which might as well be Jedi Masters, perhaps all three of them. He saw the three of them approach the throne room door, and he waved his hand slightly and opened his eyes allowing the door to open behind him. The sound of the footsteps clanging against the beautiful floor sounded off. Something was different, something was unexpected. Then Svo’k spoke and addressed him not by his name, but buy his familial title of son. How presumptuously arrogant of him, he took a slow breath in and spun gracefully on his heel to face his attackers. What?

Did his natural eyes deceive him?! He scanned the room with the force, reaching out with his full ability of sight, which was profound, yet Svo’k was the only one here. His vision had been not entirely accurate. No matter, he thought to himself as he scrunched his forehead and offered a faint smile to the main who had called him son. His visions had not been fully accurate before but it was a rare occurrence and this was not a difference that was entirely minor, but it was one that required thought and meditation later on, but the error was indeed in his favor, one Jedi instead of three was nothing to complain about and this one particular Jedi had enough emotional baggage to fill a star cruiser, surely he would be no match for the power that Johnathon possessed, Svo’k never was worth anything and it appeared he never would be.

“Ahhh Svo’k Lynd, the man who gave me life. Tell me, how is it that I have become the greatest Sith in the history of this galaxy when I spawned from the seed of someone as pathetic as you?”

He smirked arrogantly at Svo’k and stepped out from behind his desk and took several steps closer to look the man in his eyes, looking for a sign of weakness, a sign of emotional turbulence that he could exploit. He held his hand up and waved it around the room alluding to the grandeur and success obvious in where he was now standing and the authority in which he spoke.

“Wait, do not spoil it for I have the answer oh father of mine. I have become what I have become in spite of you. All of your failings taught me so many lessons along the way and my were there an endless supply of failings to learn from Svo’k. Oh my my my. Perhaps the only thing you did right was provide an example of what not to be, so for that, Svo’k, father I am eternally grateful.”

He paused again and smiled wickedly at Svo’k, for the first time allowing the true depths of his sinister nature to come full force and show themselves.

“Are you proud of your boy now, your damaged child, your untrainable child, your embarrassment to be hidden away in the archives? No? All the same then, but you’ve come to face me alone, how foolish of you and how quite convenient for me. You must know that any fight with me is pointless as I can and have seen your every move. Is this your final attempt at suicide? If it is, I assure you, this time oh father of mine, you shall not fail.”

A gold and chrome plated lightsaber shot into Johnathon’s left hand as his yellow eyes fixated on Svo’k, the hatred in his aura swelled and the darkness was so palpable that even a non-sensitve would feel it, sending a chill down their spine….

“Well, what say you?”

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Mon Feb 22, 2021 7:51 pm

*The Jedi’s facial expression was solemn as he focused his thoughts on the moment, not allowing them to drift too far from the present or to be persuaded into distraction from the wickedly evil man whom at one time had been a boy that he had raised and would do anything to protect, but now? Svo’k breathed in through his nose and gently lowered his hood, his dark brown hair now peppered with gray streaks, it was not long as he had once worn it but instead short in an almost militaristic style.

Johnathon’s words were pointed, each one carefully dipped in poison before they rolled off of his tongue and launched themselves towards their mark, but like an expert duelist Svo’k dodged every single one of them, not allowing them to sway him from where he stood now. Sure he had made plenty of mistakes and some of what Johnathon said was definitely true, but now was not the place to think about it, he had already done his thinking about it and had come to terms with it long ago, so now his words were just words and carried no more meaning with them than that of a politician filled with hot air.

Svo’k shook his head and his brow narrowed at his son.*

“Johnathon, what have you done, what have you become? The very thing that you screamed about as a child, your cries of blood, agony and pain. Your visions haunted you for years, so now you decided that the way to conquer them was to inflict all of that pain on others?”

*He shook his head in silent disgust and in mourning for the man that Johnathon could have become versus the evil monster that stood before him.*

“My failings aside, you are here where you stand now because of you. You are a monster because of who you have allowed yourself to become, not because of anyone else in this universe but you my son. I’m so sorry that I have failed you as a father, I wish I could go back and fix myself but I can’t all I can do is move forward.

*His fingers tapped the hilt of his lightsaber, looking for any excuse to put his weapon away and not start the chain of events that was now inevitable. If there was anything he could do to keep from igniting his weapon he was open to it, but somehow he doubted that there was any other course of action available to him. His eyes saw the lightsaber hilt fly into Johnathon’s hand, this was the way it was going to be, there could be no other way, Johnathon’s hatred and anger were raw, he could sense them and it saddened the elder Jedi whom had never done anything but love his children.*

“I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try Johnathon. It’s not too late, throw down your weapon, renounce your dark deeds and come with me. Jedi or not you are my son and if you renounce the Darkside, I’ll help you in anyway I can, I’ll protect you.”

*He knew his words would fall on deaf ears, but if there was even a chance in a million Svo’k had to go for it, evil monster or not, he was still his flesh and blood and he had to at least try, as a father that’s all he could do, that’s the only way he could ever face himself again, knowing that he tried even in the last few seconds, he remained true to who he was, who he had always been, a father first and a Jedi second. He took a deep breath his thumb resting on the ignition of his weapon, waiting for the next move, a moment that felt like hours but perhaps was only seconds. Beads of sweat formed on his head and dripped down his face.

Svo’k’s focus was unyielding, but there was something else that seemed to split it in two something that no one could pick up on, not even Johnathon, but Svo’k was expending a great deal of force energy on something and he had been doing it since he had stepped foot on this ship, never letting it falter for even a second, he couldn’t or all hope would be lost…*

Post by **Johnathon Lynd** » Wed Feb 24, 2021 8:38 pm

Johnathon’s upper lip twitched as his yellow eyes stared straight through Svo’k, each word the old man let flow from his lips passed through the air and was of course picked up by his ears. Each word registered with him and he merely shook his head quietly, his grip on his lightsaber tightening. It took a lot to get to him, but there was exactly one person in this universe that could do it effortlessly and that person was standing directly across from him.

“Do you want to know the worst part about being a Seer Svo’k?”

He ran his free hand through his beard and breathed in through his nose.

“It’s not what someone like you would think. It’s not the fact that you see your first vicious murder before you’re old enough to be fully trained to use the refresher on your own, it’s not the fact that you witness the deaths of thousands of people before you hit puberty, it’s not the fact that the first time you experience the act of physical intimacy it is through the eyes of a rape victim. All while other kids your age are merrily learning just how to be a functioning person. No, all of those are terrible horrible things, but none of them are the worst. ”

He took two steps closer to Svo’k and his yellow eyes fixated on the blue eyes of his father.

“It’s the fact that you know just about what is going to happen next every single second of your life. There is no joy in that, you know when you’re going to get your first kiss, you know when you’re personally going to experience death for the first time, you know who is going to let you down, so friendships are meaningless, and you know when your parents are going to die. Oh and I knew every single one of your words before you said it, it is like watching a play over and over again in which no one knows what is going to happen but you. So you stand there and dare to accuse me of being a monster when I have done nothing, but take the director’s chair and start manipulating things for the better?”

He waved his free hand dismissively.

“You have the audacity to judge me after the life you have led? Svo’k, you are responsible for all of this, so I should be thanking you but instead, I know that you have come here to kill, me, but remember, I’ve seen this play…”

His thumb tapped the ignition on his rose gold and chrome plated lightsaber hilt and the energy was unleashed with a sinister hissing sound as the red blade seemed to elegantly spring free of it’s prison.

“I know the ending and my father, it is at long last time for you to die…”

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Wed Feb 24, 2021 9:05 pm

*His cloak slid off and fell to the floor as his blue eyes narrowed as Johnathon spoke. He wasn’t the only one who could tell what was coming next. The sad thing was is that Svo’k had all but predicated Johanthon’s reaction, it was oddly reminiscent of incident so many years before, the yellow eyes that stared back at him where not the same eyes of his eldest son, but the tone of the words was nearly identical to the last time he had been in the presence of Adrian. Then the next time he saw him, was his lifeless body laying in the morgue with a lightsaber wound to his chest. That was how it had ended for him, all for what? Being born a Lynd? Svo’k had grappled with Adrian’s death for years before finally coming to peace with it, but here he was again.

Standing mere feet from a son whose presence he had not been in in decades. My how time had changed Johnathon, the questions of how and why were silent, but being in front of him was a bit awe inspiring. What this man had overcome to be standing where he was despite the nature of who he was and the evil he had unleashed on the galaxy, was nothing short of a miracle and Svo’k recognized this. In some twisted paternal sense he was proud of Johnathon for overcoming his demons and getting himself to a point where he could be trained. He had only wished that he would have truly overcome them instead of embracing them and inviting darkness into his soul.

He wanted to shake his head but he did not have time, Johnathon had ignited his lightsaber, the expertly crafted and overly elegant hilt had unleashed a fiery red blade, much like the one he used to carry. In his early days of being a Jedi, he dreaded the day when he would encounter a SIth as a Jedi, moreover he was always afraid that that Sith would be Adrian, at least in the first few years. Now instead of avoiding it, he actively sought out the Sith who was his son and confronted him head on. Svo’k knew Johnathon was a formidable opponent who could predict his every single move, so what was the point of this fight? Svo’k’s expression hardened as he ignited his weapon his guardian blue blade springing to life. He was ready for this, more ready than even Johnathon could possibly know. His red and black sith tattooed hands tightened around his lightsaber as took a highly modified ataru stance, a distant voice echoed in his head as he prepared to enter a life and death struggle with his son. *

“Your son must be.. close to two now? I saw him the first time we met. It was on Ossus. Do you remember? The citadel asked to keep you with them. It seemed like the kindest thing... It still feels like it was. But I am not sure now if it really helped you or hurt you. I'm sorry if I should have done something differently.”

*As he raised his left hand from his lightsaber as quickly as he could, those words found new meaning,. Of course it was the right thing to do and maybe had it played out differently he wouldn’t be standing here, but then of course he wouldn’t be the man he was today had she done something different, everything had happened the way it did for a reason, both the fortunate and the unfortunate.

He extended his fingers and his palm went flat in what looked like a force push and in the moment would feel like the start of a force push to a pre-cognitive but instead…*

“I’m so sorry Johnathon.”

*He clenched his fingers at the last second and pulled Johnathon towards him with all of his might…his blue blade clashing hard with the red blade of his son sounding as if the two had come together with such force and energy that one might explode at any second, he leaned back and redirected the energy of Johnathon’s forced first attack into a slash at the torso….*

Post by **Johnathon Lynd** » Thu Feb 25, 2021 5:00 pm

The push, it was expected, more than expected and he had braced himself for it, taking one leg and placing it behind his other as Svo’k’s hand extended, he was more than ready for this predictable move from a Jedi. As he prepared to absorb it, his senses tingled and he felt himself being pulled forward, he nearly toppled over but reacted quickly and brought his blade to deflect that of the Jedi, furiously clashing together. Johnathon was shaken, it took an awful lot to surprise a seer, one might say that it was next to impossible to do. Surprise was not something Johnathon had experienced a whole lot of in his life, there was the rare occasion in which he had been wrong about one of his visions but he chalked it up to an outside influence such as a cold or an unnatural disturbance which caused him to misinterpret what he saw. This was different.

Svo’k moved to slash at the side of Johnathon, this was expected to. Or was it? The Dark Lord brought his saber down to deflect the blade, but there was a fraction of a fraction of a second’s worth of doubt in his move. What if he had misinterpreted that too? The blades clashed together right where he envisioned they would, thank the force.

For a moment he held his blade there, pondering his next move, he knew what it should be, but he had to second guess himself. If Svo’k was behaving less predictably than what his visions told him there was a chance of real danger for him here. Slowly an emotion he had not felt since he was a young boy crept into the forefront of his mind. His heart rate increased slightly and his stomach tied itself in a knot, tighter and tighter. The bitter taste of fear, danced on his tongue as he decided to press forward and maintain his strategy. Makashi was an excellent counter to Ataru, but Svo’k was using a modified Ataru, there were already differences in it that he had noted, there was a touch of Sith saber training still present in his fighting style, not the darkness associated with it, but just the style in which a Sith was trained, but it had melded together with the Jedi saber training and it appeared that this might be it’s own unique style because of that. He parried Svo’k’s blade away, inviting him to strike next, Johnathon never truly desired to strike first, he could see and react to things before they happened so under normal circumstances he was able to plan out an entire duel before it had occurred, but he felt off, he was still second guessing himself.

“I think perhaps it is a bit late for apologies Svo’k.”

Hatred swelled in his aura and his eyes began to glow as he finally decided to abandon the original next move as the first had been wrong, so the counter could be wrong as well. So changing things up to the alternate vision he had was clearly the best course of action, if this failed, he would revert to a middle ground. The ability to see the future, or not Johnathon was a more than competent duelist and even without his sight he doubted that Svo’k was a full match for him. He had spent years, training and honing his abilities in secret, those same formative years in Svo’k’s life were spent indulging in sex and drugs, dulling his own abilities, this would still be an easy duel no matter which way he looked at it.

He brought his right hand up without warning and lightning flew from his finger tips directly at the pathetic excuse of a Jedi standing before him, this would be brief….

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Fri Feb 26, 2021 4:48 pm

*”I hate you! YOU’RE GOING TO BE A JI’DAI?! WHAT THE KRIFF DAD?! I SPENT YEARS LOOKING UP TO YOU AND YOU’RE GOING TO TURN YOURSELF INTO ONE OF THEM?!”

The lightning flew from Johnathon’s fingertips, a knee jerk reaction, that was an Adrian move if he’d ever seen one. Lightning was a move that originated out of a place of fear, it was meant to be instantly being disarming, but Svo’k wasn’t an acolyte, nor was he a Padawan. He moved his saber quickly to block the blue energy. His blade burned white at the point of contact with lightning, he grit his teeth as he pushed forward. He could feel the fear bubbling up in Johnathon, he could sense the way it made his son feel and in some sense he felt empathy for Johnathon. Living your whole life and not knowing that it was possible to go into a situation and not know what the outcome was going to be and then all of the sudden finding yourself in that situation had to be terrifying. It must be like a bird who suddenly lost his wings, not that Johnathon’s senses were that dramatically impaired, but it was clear he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

Then there was a touch of guilt that pecked at the outer edges of Svo’k’s subconscious, it did not effect his resolve who his ability to carry forward, but here he was a father bent on killing his son, it would have been better if he did not have to make him suffer before hand. Yes, Svo’k had been actively manipulating the situation from the moment he stepped on the ship and for weeks beforehand as well, but the degree to which he could use his abilities to deceive his son was unclear. In fact he was so unsure his plan would work that he had several different versions of it, it was just a shame that all of them involved Johnathon feeling this level of fear before Svo’k would hopefully prevail.

The seasoned Jedi Knight took two steps forward against the lightning, his blade still absorbing the ever intensifying energy of hatred that flowed from the fingertips of his son meant not to maim, but to kill Svo’k, the man who was responsible for existence. Suddenly the guilt from his mind was gone, if these were the lengths Johnathon would go to kill a Jedi like him, then what had he done to the innocent people in the galaxy? What would he continue to do to further his own agenda? Svo’k’s brow sunk and his eyes blue eyes narrowed as he took one more labor step foward until the energy had to go somewhere, he called upon the force to give him strength in defeating this evil monster that he had in part created. Without failing Ashla came to his rescue and he felt her presence surge through his arms as he pushed forward, the lightning now reflecting directly back at Johnathon.

There was not a lot of time for thinking, but the fact that this could be a kill strike did cross his mind. He did not have time to think about what he would be feeling if all of the sudden the lightning ceased and there lay his son dead on the floor. All he had time for was to continue directing his energy in reflecting the lightning back at him, knowing full well that this could all be part of his plan, but that was okay if it was Svo’k had a plan too…*

Post by **Johnathon Lynd** » Fri Feb 26, 2021 5:04 pm

As the energy and hatred flowed through him and out of his fingertips, he saw at once the defeat of his father coming to fruition. Finally he would be able to move past the time in his life where he had to remind himself that the embarrassment of a man still was amongst the living. He knew now that his vision would be correct, Svo’k’s lightsaber would fly out of his hand and fall to the ground, he would be paralyzed by the lightning and in an instant he would breathe no more. There was nothing more perfect than that, then finally he could move forward and continue who is quest to bring peace to the galaxy and end all evil for once and for all.

This was the nature of the Sith, the true nature, they were the ones who the force had chosen to be omnipotent and all powerful and thus they must take up the burden of leadership. They must be the ones to make the tough decisions about who is worthy to consume resources and provide for the great Sith Empire and who is just a drain on the system. Finally after thousands of years it was he who had realized that the way to the one true path of Sith reign was to eliminate all other forms of darkness from the galaxy as they were nothing but a drain on the power and authority of the Sith whose goal must always be order. What could order be without peace? That had to be the ultimate goal and of course there were going to be casualties along the way, that is how these things worked, but one thing was clear, someone like Svo’k or perhaps even the Jedi as a whole could be allowed to exist in this brave new world that he was bringing about the beginning of. Was he a god? No he thought not, but perhaps a god had planned out his entire existence and set him on this path, as he was clearly the ultimate tool in the Force’s will.

The power increased and then….Svo’k started moving forward. Slowly there was fear entering his mind again, his stomach nearly convulsed, he was SUPPOSED to be incapacitated by now. Another step forward and Johnathon increased the power to his own limits and Svo’k still moved foward. He saw the blue blade and blue energy come together and burn white, his yellow eyes widened as in an instant, the energy came directly back at him. Svo’k was dangerously close now and Johnathon immediately ceased his lightning and brought his saber up, but he was too late. Several bolts of the lightning missed Johnathon’s saber entirely and poured into him directly, the shock sent him flying back impacting his desk hard. He was dazed and the pain was unimaginable, but he was Sith and he had only moments to react, the pain could wait. Quickly he brought his saber up, just in time to absorb Svo’k’s blade which had been brought down on him full force, Svo’k’s blade impacted the floor in a shower of molten sparks and Johnathon moved quickly and stabbed directly for Svo’k’s stomach…

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Fri Feb 26, 2021 7:55 pm

*As Johnathon flew back, Svo’k had seized the opportunity and instantly sprang forward. His blue blade, that of a seasoned and powerful Jedi Guardian came down to slice Johnathon in half. There was no thought of it being his son anymore, it was just an evil Sith who must die. As his blade came down Johnathon reacted quicker than even Svo’k could have imagined, perhaps his talent did not solely rest on his ability to see the future. As Svo’k’s blade hit the marble floor he had to move quick, but this was a downside of Ataru, he felt the red hot Sith blade coming close as he tried to bring his saber to deflect it. Then for what seemed like a long moment time seemed to stand still, the two men frozen for what felt like eternity, Svo’k’s lightsaber coming from down and right to intercept the path of Johnathon’s blade. Blue eyes moved slowly down to meet the yellow eyes of his son who had stabbed with all of his might.

The two stood there interlocked in what appeared to be an eternal death struggle, representatives of their orders as a whole in a war older than either of their stories and sadly a war that would likely continue for long after both men were dead. Svo’k never wanted this for any of his children, he truly never wanted any of this nonsense for any of them and that was the truth. Perhaps it’s why he respected Damien as much as he did, he just up and left and basically told the universe and it’s drama to go to hell. That was never an option for Svo’k, he was born into it, molded by it, and eventually destroyed and rebuilt by it. It was never an option to walk away from the burdens of being a force sensitive whether that path was light or dark, though in truth he was much happier on light path than he ever was on the dark path, though there were perks to both sides. Johnathon enjoyed limitless power with next to zero rules, because he’s the one who makes the rules, that’s what Sith do and if he was being honest with himself, that was the one thing that Svo’k enjoyed about being a Sith, the only problem being is he was never mature enough to make his own rules, not ones that benefited him in anyway. The Jedi gave him that ability and it was an ability he probably never would have had as a Sith, he had been entirely too traumatized too frequently and too early on to ever be a functional Sith capable of what Johnathon had achieved. That was definitely a good thing, because as he stared into the eyes and felt the fear and hatred that exuded from his son’s aura, he realized something he had already known, Johnathon was suffering, he just did not know that about himself. The darkness had twisted him and instead of dealing with his visions and the cries of blood like a responsible young man, he ran from them until he could run no longer and then he embraced every facet of them. Poor Johnathon, thought Svo’k in the microsecond that elapsed, the horrible things he had done were of course reprehensible, but the suffering that he must have been enduring to drive him down this path must have been so unimaginable that it made any of Svo’k’s trauma look like a trip to the Porg petting Zoo.

His lightsaber clashed against Johanthon’s blade that had slid it’s way straight into Svo’k’s abdomen. The smell of burnt clothing and flesh filled the air in the next microsecond, the blade was still moving and the pain shot through Svo’k’s body. Everything hurt, but he had to keep his wits about him. He raised his left hand and force pushed as hard as he possibly could against Johnathon, sending the Sith smashing a few inches back into his desk once again and sending him flying back before the lightsaber could pass clean through him. Svo’k found himself flying through the air, he landed on his back, his hand smacking the floor and his lightsaber deactivating and rolling a few feet away. He jammed his heel tot he ground and quickly tried to right himself, the adrenaline and the force cancelling out the pain of his stab wound.

He tried to stand but as he did so, his legs felt weak….his head felt as if he had a couple of drinks. His vision blurred slightly until he forced his eyes to focus. He collapsed to one knee and looked down at the stab wound in his stomach, it was deeper than he thought initially, much deeper, but it hadn’t passed clean through and out his back. His breathing became sharp and his heart rate increased. Then…..his focus in his force energy expenditure changed entirely, instinctually he moved from doing the most complex thing he had ever set his mind to towards the simple task of self preservation. As a result…something would soon begin to unravel…..his blue eyes fluttered for a moment before he focused himself again.

Johnathon looked hurt...and Svok’s wrist commlink beeped quietly. Laboriously he raised his left wrist towards his mouth.*

“If you’re…ready, you can stop now Julian.”

Post by **The Narrator** » Fri Feb 26, 2021 9:38 pm

Well a great deal has transpired in the last few minutes hasn't it? It might be time to break down everything you think has happened since the climactic battle of good versus evil started.

Svo'k Lynd, Julian Orspach, and Nomi Jonan boarded the crusader by force, their ship skidded to a halt in the hanger bay, smoke and sparks flying taking out a few troopers as they came to a halt. Then in the grand fashion only befitting that of Jedi Guardians, they burst out of their ship, lightsabers ablaze and fought their way through the hanger of the Crusader. As they moved forward they left a wake of severed body parts of soldiers behind, but in this case however it was Nomi and Julian who had been doing the bulk of the fighting while Svo'k, while most certainly pulling his own weight was a bit pre-occupied with focusing his force energy on creating an alternate reality illusion for the all powerful Johnathon to see instead of what was actually happening. So when Svo'k walked into to face Johnathon, Johnathon was entirely unaware of what had actually been happening from the moment they stepped onto the ship.

As a result it was necessary to deceive you the reader as well. You see not long before Nomi Jonan took a tranquilizer dart to her neck, Julian and Svo'k had a private mental conversation about a couple things that were going to transpire not the least of which was the depth of Svok's deception which included deceiving even Nomi to the smallest degree about a separate part of their mission which was just as important to their main goal of killing Johnathon Lynd as the direct result. You might even say it was a plan B.

So while Svo'k is kneeling on the floor with a lightsaber wound to his gut and Johnathon has burn injuries and a head injury from not so gracefully slamming into the desk for the second time in under a minute. We move you back in time about forty five minutes prior to Johnathon and Svo'k's duel of the fates and to the main power core of the Star Destroyer where Johnathon was never even aware they were....

Post by **Julian Orspach** » Sat Feb 27, 2021 6:30 am

As blaster bolts flew and the sound of the three lightsabers humming through the air deflecting the bolts back at their unsuspecting attackers filled his senses the half Zeltron Jedi knight, heard one blade extinguish, in his mind’s eye he saw Svo’k slide down the ladder to his back left, heading for the main reactor core room. He had done his part and now they had to continue to do theirs. A lone trooper charged at him from his left smart enough not to fire as he had seen what had happened to his comrades who had dared to fire on a Jedi. Julian’s purple eyes shifted and the trooper took flight dropping his blaster which landed by Nomi’s feet. The enemy combatant flew head first in an arc, smashing into a railing that would other wise lead to a bottomless pit that was typical of reactor core areas on ships of this nature. Nomi had paused briefly and gave a glance to Julian almost as if she was expecting the trooper to continue falling.

”Yeah, I know. Despite the evil stuff, Johnathon did actually enact some good legislation. He mandated railings of all things, surprised no one had thought about that before, and also safety signage around all open areas in a workplace over two and a half meters in height….I know right? Blew my mind that he was the first to suggest it…”

The trooper clamored to his feet and Julian rolled his purple eyes, couldn’t he just stay down? The Jedi Knight lifted him up and dropped him over the railing finishing the job so that they could move on with their mission. Speaking of which, he raised his left arm to his mouth.

::Mission, we’re nearly ready here did you take out the puppets at Holonews? If so you can begin your transmission so that the galaxy can finally see just exactly the type of man he truly is.::

The blaster bolts faded, fewer and fewer troopers remained as Julian gave Nomi a side eyed glance ensuring that she had the situation under control. He needed to get down there and check on Svo’k and maybe give him a hand. He turned around and began walking towards the ladder that Svo’k had climbed down moments before. Just as he was about to extinguish his lightsaber, a blaster shot rang out, the bolt traveled through the air at amazing speed towards Julian’s upper back. Effortlessly he quickly reached his lightsaber over his shoulder without looking and blocked the bolt at the last second which was sent flying back at trooper who fired it, impacting him right between the eyes and shattering his helmet, the man fell lifeless to the floor. Julian shook his head and turned towards Nomi.

”Must I do everything?”

He grinned and his purple eyes narrowed at her in a teasing manner or it could have been interpreted as a flirting manner, he was in fact a Zeltron, in truth he could find a way to make brushing his teeth appear flirty, that was just the nature of his species. He chuckled and extinguished his lightsaber and clipped it to the left side of his belt. The pink Jedi knight grabbed both sides of the ladder and instead of using the rungs to climb down like a normal person, Julian much preferred the Guardian approach and slid all the way down the ladder, his hands providing just enough friction so that his fall was not going to hurt, but not so much friction that his adrenal glands didn’t provide him with an extra burst of energy.

Both his feet landed on the metal floor making a loud enough noise, his knees bent absorbing the impact and he looked to his right to see Svo’k messing with the cooling system of the reactor. He looked to the left of Svo’k and saw the charges placed on the reactor wall housing. He raised his eyebrows as he looked at the time on the charges. His eyes widened.

”What are you doing? I thought we agreed that was NOT enough time for us to kill him and get out of here? We calculated this Svo’k, we need an extra twenty minutes on that at the very least to make sure we get out of here. We agreed on this.”

Julian crossed his arms in front of him and looked quizzically at the elder Jedi Knight whom no longer outranked him except maybe in age and experience, but that was it. In fact soon enough Julian would indeed outrank Svo’k on a formal level and he knew it, he just not had accepted it in an official manner yet, he wanted to get through this mission first and then and only then would he be sure he was able to take on the rank of Master and join the Jedi Council, he hadn't even told Nomi yet.

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Mon Mar 01, 2021 5:28 pm

*The elder stopped fiddling with the cooling system control panel and Jedi spun on his heel to face Julian. The younger Knight had started questioning him in quite an accusatory tone as if he would dare to go against a collective decision of the entire group. They had spent so long planning this out and discussing it amongst themselves and Julian had Nomi had just kept agreeing with each other some of these details. Even the particular one that they both seemed in agreement on was the point that Julian had just made, the timers. Of course they were both right in that they had calculated exactly how long it could take to get back to the ship under a worst case scenario in which they were fighting their way tooth and nail every single step of the way. Svo’k’s argument was much more contrite and pragmatic. What if they died before they got to Johnathon?*

“I don’t at all recall coming to an agreement on anything. You two agreed and I voiced my strong dissatisfaction with the agreement that I in no way shape or form agreed to. If you wanted it done your way, maybe you shouldn’t have given me the charges…”

*Svo’k smiled at the younger Jedi Knight and clapped the pink and slightly shorter man on the shoulder who was technically his grandson.*

“Oh, I’m also rigging the cooling system for the reactor to go offline about ten minutes before the charges go off. So even if the charges don’t go off, the reactor is still going to blow. Now where is that emergency restart system for the cooling….ahh there it is, “Backup cooling.”

*Svo’k’s blue lightsaber sprang to life and he destroyed the backup system so once the primary system failed there was no way shape or form the reactor could be cooled. Even if the enemy had managed to shut it off before it exploded, the ship would be dead in the water operating on emergency battery only with no power for shields, weapons or escape pods and it would be dead in space so to speak, an easy target for the cruisers obliterate.*

“So now that you’re here, I need to talk to you….”

(“But like this, because you don’t need to tell Nomi about the charges yet. As much as I hate deceiving either of you it is imperative you keep this between you and me. We’re both former Sith, we know how they work….we know how he works. The second the three of us enter that room with him, he is going to try and drive a wedge in between us and he’s going to use her to do it. He’s going to stall, he’s going to try and get in her head and she is strong so he’ll fail, but if he hurts or kills her….he will have successfully got to you…again. You’re strong, so you’ll take it like a Jedi and move forward, but you’ll hesitate because you love her. My point is his plan is to kriff with us big time. He’s my son, he’s your tormenter, and he’s good at what it he does. If we fail, for whatever reason, we have to make sure that our mission is completed even in our deaths. So if that means that we have to sacrifice some escape time to ensure we cut the head off the snake then so be it. We have to kill him dead. As much as that pains me to say, we have to make sure he dies here…NOW even if it means we do too. The only way to kill someone like him is to cover all the angles and that’s what I’m doing, if I stab him in the chest, you cut his damn head off….Dead. Your plan had a major blind spot, I objected and was overruled, but I was also right…so I fixed it. ”)

*Svo’k paused briefly.*

(“Julian, I need you to do something for me…”)

Post by **The Narrator** » Tue Mar 02, 2021 7:48 pm

You really thought I was going to let you see what Svo’k told Julian he needed him to do? You did get to see Julian and Nomi destroying some canon fodder soldiers, so be greatful... You will find out soon enough what Svo'k needed from Julian, but what you need to know now as that the two men discussed things in an open manner and Julian agreed to not inform Nomi for the moment about the reduced time they had to escape.

What Julian did not know is that Svo’k planned to go after Johnathon alone, leaving Nomi and Julian with plenty of time to make their escape without him. This is why Nomi was tranquilized, as highly as Svo’k regarded her, he knew that was one argument he was never going to win nor did he have the time to engage her in it. Nomi, and likely Julian too would have charged head first into a battle with Johnathon and that was something Svo’k just could not bear to think of. He could not stand the idea of losing one of them at the hands of his son, who had already done enough damage. No, Svo’k Lynd was hell bent to go at this alone and setting the galaxy right no matter what the cost.

So now we are set to rejoin our characters in the throne room, Svo’k has just been stabbed and Johnathon has crashed into his desk….again. Both men are wounded, but one not nearly as gravely as the other….

Post by **Johnathon Lynd** » Tue Mar 02, 2021 8:24 pm

His blade had found his mark, but no sooner than it had Svo’k had let out a mighty force push at point blank range, sending Svo’k back and Johnathon smashing the back of his head and upper torso into his own desk. His lightsaber fell from his hand and deactivated immediately, it’s red blade retreating into it’s chromed and rose gold hilt. His red eyes fluttered quickly, he was dazed, he could feel a warm liquid running down the back of his neck. Instinctively he reached to the back of his head and felt the sticky and warm substance flow around his head. He palpated the back of his skull and thought he felt bone. He pulled his hand away and struggled to his feet.

His legs were weak and his head was throbbing, there was strong sense of nausea in the pit of his stomach as the room swayed, he used the force to calm his body and center himself. None of this had happened in his visions, his eyes scanned out to see his father, knelt down on the floor gripping his torso. Had he defeated him? Of course he had! He was a Sith after all and Svo’k was just a Jedi, one whose vision had always failed him.

Johnathon let out a sinister chuckle as he took a few steps forward, calling his lightsaber to his hand, but oddly enough he did not bother to activate his weapon. Why hasten the situation? Why not savor every last second of Svo’k’s death, why not enjoy it? He smiled widely and took a few steps closer to Svo’k who had just spoken into his wrist instructing Julian…..Julian, what a pathetic weakling he was as well. Johnathon sneered with disgust at the thought of the pink Jedi and former Sith, if he could even be called that….

“Last act of desperation father? Calling for help from the spawn of Adrian to save you? Well he can’t, you’re alone now and that is exactly what you deserve to be in this moment. Your death will not be peaceful and you most certainly aren’t surrounded by those who love you. You have failed Svo’k! Here I stand victorious and you kneel there dying, how pathetic you are. Kneeling there on the ground like a commoner, but I suppose it’s only fitting, the rest of the galaxy kneels before me so why shouldn’t you in your final moments…welll….well?!

Johnathon waved his arms in a grand and overly exaggerated manner.

“Aren’t you going to express something in your last….”

Johnathon felt a cold chill shoot up his spine as if something had snuck up behind him. Quickly he spun around on his heel and there was nothing there. He then quickly turned back to face Svo’k…..

“Where was I? Don’t you have something to….I mean….“

Again he felt it, it was bigger this time, something was wrong. He had never felt this before, not sense he was a child at least. There was something big looming over his head like a dark cloud threatening to engulf him. His heart rate increased and he started hyperventilating, as he started to see what was going on. Off some distance away in a ship, he saw Julian, Nomi, Ashlin, his half brother and Zhi. Julian had just opened his eyes from a deep mediation Ashlin’s hands on his shoulders giving him strength The purple orbs seemed to stare across time space to meet the yellow ones that were now wide as saucers.

Johnathon had been deceived.

In an instant Johnathon was hit with the visions of everything he had missed as if a meteor had landed on him, he gasped for breath and dropped his lightsaber. His hands shook and quickly put them to his head trying to block out the visions of reality assaulting him from every angle. Panicked he took his right hand and reached into his shirt and pulled out an old piece of cloth and quickly tied it around his eyes to calm himself. It was a cloth that Rain had given him so many years ago back on Coruscant after Adrian’s death, it calmed him in his darkest times, it never left his side.

The Dark Lord tried desperately to make sense of these visions as they relentlessly assaulted every fiber of his being. How could he have been so wrong, what had he been wrong about and how could they have deceived him? All questions that swirled around in his head with the force of a perfect storm designed specifically to destroy him in every single way imaginable. What was real? What wasn’t? There was so much to it, there were layers upon layers of lies stacked up neatly, but no! They weren’t stacked up neatly, they were intertwined with each other, folded over and mixed together and he couldn’t place it, he didn’t have the space mentally to place it. What…..? One piece at a time, that’s the best thing he could do.

He took breaths in through his nose trying to calm himself. Focus….focus. There was so much. What to focus on? AHHHHH! He pressed the cloth closer to his eyes and closed them tightly. Then that is when he saw it, Julian had been here, so had Nomi….there were explosives and timers. Was this real though? How much time? He squinted harder until he could see the clock on the timer counting down, four minutes and twele seconds. Eleven seconds. He stared at it dumb foundedly his arms dropping to his side. He dropped to his knees unable to speak, unable to think. This had to be a lie too! Another trick, another trick by…how were they able to trick him?

Blood soaked the blindfold that Rain had give him so many years ago as sweat poured down his face. Johnathon was back to where he was when he was a lonely fourteen year old distraught over letting his brother die. He had no idea what the world was anymore, he just knew that his sight had been broken and manipulated against him and this caused him to shut down for a moment, his brain to locking up as the visions continued flooding his conscious mind….

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Wed Mar 03, 2021 5:58 pm

*Svo’k gripped his abdomen in pain, he tried to block it out but he couldn’t it was overwhelming. He had felt his share of pain in his life, both the physical and emotional. What was more fun for him when he was a teen was when the emotional pain manifested itself as physical pain and he could hardly function, that’s what this was like. He grit his teeth and placed his left hand on the marble floor to steady himself. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, taking in several sharp and deep breaths. He could hear Johnathon’s words and yes they did hurt coming from the mouth of his own flesh and blood, the boy that he had cradled in his arms so long ago, the boy that he had protected from the moment he entered this vast universe as a tiny helpless speck that’s sole goal for the first several months was survival. It was up to Svo’k and his wife at the time, to ensure that the twins had made it successfully to each milestone and with each day that passed that Johnathon continued to draw breath into his young lungs, there was a sigh of relief breathed by the teen parents as they had completed their job for another day.

That was so many years ago, so many things had happened since then, Johnathon had been a gifted child and gained sight, it tormented him throughout his youth as he was prone to seeing visions of the worst kind of evil imaginable. Perhaps there was something about the nature of what he saw that reached out to him, perhaps it was Svo’k’s fault. That thought had never ventured far from the young Sith’s mind as Johnathon grew. Svo’k’s fascination with the dark side, could it have invited the terrible visions into Johnathon’s mind? He would never know the answer to that question, but when he set about becoming a Jedi he was in part hopeful that removing Johnathon from the presence of darkness and dark people might alleviate the situation. For a time he thought it had, Johnathon grew, but the older he grew, the more he learned to manage or at least deflect. It was obvious to Svo’k by the time of Adrian’s death, Johnathon had become jaded in his outlook of people and the galaxy as a whole, he became increasingly withdrawn from the world and started disappearing, but he looked much better than he ever had before. Svo’k had thought he was getting better and then he was gone, never to be seen by Svo’k again, until now. The tragedy of that struck Svo’k to the core.

His blue eyes opened, the ancient red and black Sith symbols littered across his left hand filled his field of vision, along with that of a simple black wedding band on his left hand. He took a deep breath, pain shooting through his core. Kira, he thought to himself as Johnathon began to unravel a few feet from him. The beautiful Hapan girl that he had fallen in love with in his youth, the times they had together at first were not perhaps the most healthy physically or behaviorally, but even looking back at it now as a fully trained Jedi he could indeed acknowledge that no matter how immature, reckless, and irresponsible, those times had been, they had also been quite a bit of fun. While he did regret most things about his behavior at that age, he never did regret Kira, some of the decisions they made together? Of course, but he never regretted her, he loved her, so much so that he had sought her out after years.

He smiled a bit through the pain thinking of their wedding day, their children and the young girl he helped her raise.

Svo’k had looked up now, Johnathon had wrapped a midnight blue cloth around his eyes as he tried to focus. The Jedi Knight and former Sith needed to focus as well. He calmed himself calling upon the Ashla to cease his pain if only for the moment. He removed his right hand from the wound in his abdomen and placed it on the floor, he took a deep breath in and slowly struggled to his feet. He took another deep breath, his legs felt weak, but he could feel the light side of the Force giving him the strength he needed.

Svo’k reached inside of his tunic and retrieved a smaller lightsaber, it’s hilt clearly had some age to it, it was chromed with black controls and accents. It was in-ornate in it’s design with the sole exception of what looked like a carefully grooved mechanism on the pommel designed to receive and lock something into place. Svo’k took a few steps closer until he was inches away from Johnathon’s face, the Dark Lord so preoccupied with the assault of the supernatural visions that he had forgotten to focus on the here and now.

Once again Svo’k Lynd called on the force to calm him and to give him strength, he raised the emitter of the weapon until it was nearly pressed against Johnathon’s chest where his heart should have been. He then pressed the ignition on the weapon that he had never tried until now. Thirty plus year old circuitry filled with energy for the first time since an early morning on Coruscant nearly thirty three years ago, a day that had been the worst in Svo’k’s life and perhaps Johnathon’s as well. The moment he lost his first born son.

As he heard the typical snap of the lightsaber, memories of holding both of the twin boys as newborns flashed before his eyes. He remembered holding Johnathon’s hand as he took his first steps, the pride he felt when Johnathon said “Daddy“ for the first time, the constant pain he felt for his child when it was clear that he was suffering every day of his life, guilt filled relief he felt when he saw that Johnathon was learning to cope and grow, and the pain and the terror and shame when he realized his son had become an evil monster whom had murdered millions all in the name of some warped sense of justice. As the his followed the snap, the blade at the base of the emitter started as red but as it escaped from the hilt it flickered into a brilliant white reclaimed blade. As it sprang forward and pierced the chest of Johnathon, time stood still for Svo’k, it was almost as if he was watching the scene unfold from out of his body as he took his free hand and pulled the midnight blue cloth away from Johnathon’s eyes as the blade exited out of the back of the Dark Lord, his yellow slowly changing. Svo’k dropped the cloth to the ground and cupped the face of his son for the last time. *

“Force, forgive you Johnathon….”

*Tears began to roll down Svo’k’s cheeks.*

“I forgive you my son, please show remorse in your final….moments…..please, I beg you Johnathon. I’m so sorry, I failed you, I’m so sorry it has come to this….please….go peacefully.”

*Svo’k extinguished the lightsaber and allowed Johnathon to collapse into him, breath still filling his lungs, he wrapped his arms around his son as moved and set him down gently against the desk.*

“I’ll always love you my son….(Alex I’m so sorry, please forgive me.)”

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Fri Mar 05, 2021 4:42 pm

*Several seconds passed and Johnathon’s yellow eyes had slowly faded to their natural brown. Svo’k stood there for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only a few seconds. He blinked several times and wiped his eyes, he had lost another son to the Dark Side of the force, but this one would be the last. At long last there were no more in his lineage tainted by the evils of the dark side. He could breathe a sigh of relief and rest comfortably knowing that his mission was completed and that the galaxy had been restored to it’s rightful place. Of course there would still be wars, deaths, even future genocidal Sith, that was the way of things, but at the very least they would not carry his surname. He had hoped for a last moment change of heart for Johnathon, but he felt nothing, in fact he was not even sure that he heard Svo’k’s words. Johnathon was so lost within himself in those last moments…some might view it as just that the last moments in this universe Johnathon Lynd felt fear as his world collapsed around him and his carefully woven plans began to unwind before his eyes. Svo’k however did not view this as just, he viewed it as tragic, Johnathon had suffered from the time he was a child and yes for the majority of his life he did indeed make others suffer, but it was unfortunate that he himself never knew peace and likely his soul never would either.

Svo’k turned away from his dead son’s body and took one two steps forward, before all at once remembering he himself was gravely wounded. It was at this moment, the Force seemed to remind him rather harshly. He felt his knees buckle and his heart rate spike again. He fell to his knees, banging against the marble floor, he squinted his eyes and summoned strength once more. The pain in his gut was excruciating, made more intense by the sheer fact that it was almost as if the pain had been blocked by the will of the Force for several moments while he did what he had to do. He brought his left wrist up and tapped the commlink, also taking careful note of the countdown timer that he had set.

::Mission accomplished.::

::We’re coming for you Svo’k.

::No, there isn’t time, don’t risk your lives for mine. Go….::

*There was a protest chiming in but Svo’k ripped the commlink of his tattooed wrist and chucked it across the room. His blue eyes closed as he summoned the strength to raise his right knee up, he squinted as he placed both hands on it to support himself as he started to stand. The burning pain in his abdomen intensified and shot chills through his body, he gagged a bit reflexively over the sheer intensity of what he was feeling. He could feel some of the burned tissue rip apart and warm blood oozing out for a moment it was an oddly relieving sensation. As he finally stood up swayed a bit under his own weight.

The room was starting to feel cold now, but just a few feet ahead of him was his discarded cloak. He reached out his hand and the cloak slowly lifted off the ground and flew towards him gently. Svo’k gingerly put it on one sleeve at a time and straightened it. Taking careful breaths in and out to try and regulate what his body was doing in this moment. He could hear laser fire hitting the hull cease, he could smell smoke, the Crusader was clearly aflame and regardless of whether he had been able to accomplish his mission, it would have been done for him, but it was better this way.

He turned and faced the desk and window, his lightsaber flew gently off the floor and into his right hand. He clipped it to his belt momentarily and used both of his hands to raise his hood. An overwhelming sense of peace washed over him as the ship listed and he could see the sun coming in through the giant window, bathed in it’s warmth he took a deep breath in through his nose. It felt good, like taking in the air on a warm spring day on Naboo, the place of his youth. A small smile appeared on his care worn face. He pulled his lightsaber from his belt once more and held it in front of him, his thumb gently hit the ignition as he wrapped his other hand around the hilt holding it steady now with both hands so that the blue blade ignited in front of him nearly parallel to his upright frame. The sunlight from the window nearly overpowering the blue glow that illuminated his face. The former Sith now looking more like a stereotypical Jedi than ever at long *

“I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.”

*Memories flooded the Jedi Knight’s mind, not the bad ones, only the good ones. The births of his children, his Knighting ceremony, the subsequent ceremonies for Luka and Alex, Damien and his children, Miranda, even Julian, the redeemed son of his son. There was of course coffee with Kaytren, training with Harper, and his long gone friend and brother Mon. Svo’k in this moment could not help but feel at total peace for the first time in his life. At last there were no more regrets, no more reminders of his Dark days as a Sith. He smiled thinking of his family and realizing that now he could finally rest as his work had been done, the work of a Jedi.

His lightsaber extinguished as strength left his body and he collapsed onto the floor…*

Post by **The Narrator** » Sat Mar 06, 2021 8:28 am

Meanwhile out in space aboard the ship in which they arrived aboard the crusader...

Post by **Julian Orspach** » Sat Mar 06, 2021 8:28 am

Julian grabbed Luka by the shoulder and moved him out of the pilot seat in a rather urgent manner

"My turn to fly Luka."

Luka raised an eyebrow and moved out of the seat both under his own power and with a little bit more than help from Julian.

"Fine, but that's Master Balmore, young Orspach."

Julian rolled his eyes at the older Jedi Consular and healer.

"Yeah me too, and I'll raise you a council seat so....hold on."

Ashlin Li, the lone Sentinel shook her head at them both.

“Banter later, fly now. Julian’s up. Luka, sit. And—“

“—Nomi, stay sitting.”

Zhi interjected simultaneously with Ashlin, both the eldest and youngest of the Li-Jonan siblings throwing a sharp glance at their middle sister.

Julian raised his pink arm and placed it forcefully on the shoulder of the elder Jedi Master. He did not have time for this anymore, Luka was a fantastic Jedi and a capable pilot but he did not have time for the games of a Jedi Consular who took the time to correctly deep dive the situation in analytical manner to arrive at the correct course of action two hours after every single person they were trying to save was dead. The years may have softened Julian and caused him to pause more when instead he otherwise would of leapt before looking, but now was not the time for pausing and taking full stock of the situation. He knew exactly what the stakes were and exactly what the course of action he must take was. He took a deep breath in, sweat on his brow, the lives of everyone aboard this ship were now in his hands, misjudge and they were all dead and it would be one hundred percent his fault, the only positive side of that being, no one would be left to tell him he was wrong. He heard his commlink crackle with confirmation that the mission had been completed, he steered the ship, pitching up and yawing to the left.

::We’re coming for you Svo’k::

::No, there isn’t time, don’t risk your lives for mine. Go….::

::Oh I don’t think so…::

”Zhi, set course mark two-three point six”

“Isn’t that directly into the….”

”Yes.”

The ship moved until it was facing the giant main window of the throne room and Julian was staring directly at it. He could see off in the distance Svo’k standing there looking like a Jedi about to join with the force, but not right now….not if he could do anything about it. Julian Orspach was in a unique situation, he knew more about The Crusader than perhaps anyone else currently alive, so he knew exactly what should happen next…

The Jedi Knight….Jedi Master grabbed the throttle, turned and gave Nomi a wry smile.

”Hold on…when we land Nomi take over for me and make the hyperspace calculations from inside.”

Zhi looked at Luka and Luka looked at Zhi who both looked at Julian. Luka was the first to speak.

“Julian, is that even possible?”

Julian advanced the throttle forward until the were moving straight at the window at a rather alarming speed. He could blast it, but if he did the forcefield would activate preserving the precious atmosphere in the ship and they would smash right into it. He glanced over his shoulder Luka and Ashlin who probably knew exactly what he was thinking at this moment.

”I never ask myself that question until after I’ve done it. Right Nomi?”

He smashed the throttle to full and cut the engines, they were now on a collision course their momentum carrying them forward. Warning lights started flashing in the cockpit and alarms started ringing, Julian scrunched his brow and gripped the controls harder as they smashed through the window he used his Jedi reflexes to apply full reverse thrust until they stopped in mid air and cut the engines. Falling lightly to the ground with a thud. The dust settled and he glanced at his commlink, one minute and thirty seconds based on Svo’k’s timers. He threw his harness off and quickly moved towards the door, Nomi taking his seat in the pilot and Ashlin sliding up into the copilot’s seat.

Julian, Zhi, and Luke jumped out of the ship and took immediate stock of the situation, Svo’k was lying motionless on the floor, out of the corner of his left eye a few feet from the ship he saw Johnathon propped up against his own desk. With no emotion, Julian lit his lightsaber, the blue blade swooshed and hummed as he swung it non-chalantly cutting of Johnathon’s head which fell to the floor and his lifeless body slumped over.

He remembered the words of Svo’k earlier in the day ”I stab him in the chest and you cut of his head……dead.“

”That’ll do it.”

He then used the force to call both lightsabers lying on the ground, Adrian’s and Johnathons to his hand, he clipped them all to his belt and he looked at Luka and Zhi who were bent over Svo’k working diligently. He looked at his commlink again.

”Luka, Zhi…grab him and lets go now!”

Luka glanced back at the younger Jedi but was hard at work with Zhi trying desperately to stabilize Svo’k who as of this moment still had a pulse and was indeed breathing. Luka used art of the small to try his best to stabilize the wound site preventing further damage and mitigating what internal bleeding he could with the help of Zhi.

“Patience is indeed a Jedi virture.”

He stared at his commlink again and then his purple eyes widened as he saw 45 seconds ticking away.

"Not right now it isn’t! Move him now or we’re all dead in less than a minute!"

Julian boomed as the two healers reluctantly scooped up Svo’k and ran for the ship, jumping aboard, Julian grabbed Svo’k’s lightsaber and jumped in seconds after them sealing the door. He then felt the ship lift off and turn to face the gaping hole where the window once was. The craft jostled and knocked the desk over scrapping on the floor with an unpleasant grinding sound….

”Fifteen seconds, Nomi we have to wait until time is up…otherwise we will fly straight into the forcefield, when the reactor goes down the forcefield goes down….then punch it.”

The Jedi all glanced at each other briefly, the two healers frantically working on Svo’k, Julian grabbed the back of Nomi’s seat for support. She craned her neck to glance at him. He looked into her eyes briefly....kriff it, he leaned in and kissed her knowing that he might not ever get another chance to do so again.

"I love you Nomi..."

He looked down at his commlink, two one…

”PUNCH IT!”

Post by **Luka Balmore** » Sat Mar 06, 2021 12:37 pm

Moments before Luka had been sitting innocently in the pilot seat and doing a decent job flying the craft while Julian was in the back meditating with the assistance of Ashlin. He had shared glances with his former Padawan and the two had discussed the situation when both Nomi and Julian returned to the ship earlier than expected. It wasn’t that Luka was surprised exactly by what seemed like a rash decision on Svo’k’s part, but he was indeed surprised that the older and much calmer Jedi Knight was the one to make the rash decision out of the group. It wasn’t that he did not respect Luka and Nomi, he in fact had undying respect for both of them, they were both GOOD Jedi and they were excellent at what they did, but he would have picked one of them to make the rash decision of shooting the other in the neck with the tranq dart which Zhi so helpfully had to fix while Luka flew the ship.

It was not long that they flew out of the hangar of the damaged Crusader that Julian had placed a firm hand on his shoulder and indicated that it was his turn to fly the ship. The half Sephi Jedi Master had arched an eyebrow at Julian, his pointed ears twinging ever so slightly, at the brashness of the move. He was not an ace starfighter pilot like some of the others in the order, but he could indeed fly a ship. He wasn’t angered, but he did recognize that perhaps Julian had forgotten his place.

“Fine but that’s Master Balmore, young Orspach.“

Normally Luka did not pull rank as he felt that it was a childish endeavor, of course rank did serve a purpose, but he also felt that there was no need for Julian to approach him in such a way. It wasn’t that it hurt his feelings or bothered him in any significant way, it was his way of saying telling the younger Jedi to slow down and think for just a moment about what he was doing. What he didn’t expect however was for Julian to assert he had an equal rank and a seat on the council. Both of his eyes did indeed widen slightly, but as he looked at the younger Jedi he knew perfectly will that the council was exactly where he belonged. The leadership radiated off him and he was capable of making quick decisions in a crisis. Were they always the best? That was to be seen.

As he got up and Julian hurriedly got in the pilot seat, he shared a glance with Zhi that simply said one thing that they both knew…..Guardians. He shook his head and smiled as he moved to the back of the ship sitting across from Ashlin, the other half-sephi on the ship. He smiled at her and as Julian ordered Zhi to set course his eyes widened, he heard Zhi voice a concern and he looked back to Ashlin and shook his head and nodded as his upper lip disappeared below his lower lip for a second.

(“Ash, do you remember growing up hearing the stories about how the Jedi Guardians flew their ship into the old temple? I think we’re in the modern version of that ship now….”)

He squinted and chuckled quietly at his lifelong friend as the ship lurched forward and collided into the glass window, the sound was far from natural as the ship dropped the ground. Somehow Julian had flown over the pilot seat, motioned for Nomi to take his place all before Luka and Zhi both jumped up and out of the ship. The room was a mess, there was Johnathon propped up against the desk and the urge to help him did strike for a moment before Julian sliced his head off. So much for that then. He then sprinted towards Svo’k and dropped to his knees sliding the last couple of feet before reaching him.

Zhi reached the wounded Jedi at the same time, both of them set to work immediately like a well tuned machine, bot knowing instinctively what the other would be doing and doing work to compliment and assist each other in any way they could. Luka focused on using art of the small to stabilize the wound area and to prevent any further damage from taking place, while Zhi focused on the vitals of the elder Jedi Knight. The work was delicate because Svo’k was not in good shape and they were pressed for time, so they could only focus on what they had to do and even then, only the top one or two priorities of what they had to do. He wasn’t sure how much time there was left and then he heard Julian yell at them to hurry up, he glanced at the younger Jedi and reminded him of patience…then when Julian informed both of them of exactly how much time they did not have Luka took a deep breath and met Zhi’s eyes….Guardians.

“Well lets go then I guess, 1…2…3….lift“

They were then running, carrying the patient back to the ship, both healers dumping a singificant amount of the their energy to protect their patient. As they finally got to the ship they set Svo’k down on a make shift operating table that they had setup just in case, they felt the ship move and both grabbed onto something. As they continued their delicate work on Svo’k he caught Julian leaning in to kiss Nomi, that made sense…

(“You called that one Zhi…")

Wait…why wasn’t Ashlin flying?

“Not to be a back seat driver, but isn’t Ashlin the pilot?”

It was then he hard Julian give the command to engage the hyperspace engines. He’d never worked on a patient while precariously bracing himself with one arm around and a handhold while a ship jumped into hypserspace from inside the hull of another ship before. If they all lived this would be a fascinating scene to tell and as much as he wanted to ponder it and mention it to Zhi all he could was shoot him a slightly wry glance as they continued their work and heard the hyperspace engines spin up to full power…

Post by **The Narrator** » Fri Mar 12, 2021 3:07 pm

Nomi, miraculously positioned the ship correctly and engaged the hyperdrive. The atmosphere being sucked out of the throne room as the main reactor core went offline. Like all ships traveling through space and entering hyperspace there was a brief hesitation while the engines engaged. For a brief moment time began to stand still as Svo’k’s charges detonated as the engines came up to full power. The detonation of a reactor core was a cataclysmic event, the explosion was large enough to destroy several ships. There was a hushed silence as flames surrounded their small transport as the stars became longer in the windscreen and they ripped themselves out of the crusader approaching light speed, the shockwave from the crusader knocking them slightly off course as they barely escaped with their live. Alarm bells sounded in the cockpit, Luka and Zhi throwing their bodies over Svo’k to protect their patient from potential debris if something on their little ship broke. The two in the cockpit quickly regained full control of the ship as it tumbled across the galaxy on an unknown course. Ashlin reached up and disengaged the hyperdrive leaving Nomi to figure out where they were, Julian joined her in the cockpit as Ashlin made her way back to assist with Svo’k if she could. By this time Luka and Zhi were working diligently once more on Svo’k.

This is where things get interesting. Svo’k opened his eyes and looked to Luka and the scene began to shift to a time several years ago….

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Fri Mar 12, 2021 3:34 pm

*Svo’k walked into the nearly empty room at the Council of Knowledge. He had been asked here under somewhat interesting circumstances, but it was not often that Luka wanted anything to do with him and Svo’k did not currently have anything going on, aside from a class instructing younglings, but he was happy to shift that to an equally capable Jedi as was common on Coruscant. There was always bench strength ready to step in if the main instructor got called away or force forbid killed, thus was the life of a Jedi, death was always a distinct possibility. He spied Luka at the far corner sitting alone on a couch appearing to be deep in meditative thought. A knot in Svo’k’s stomach tightened, he had always cared for all of his children, even those that did not want anything at all to do with him, a category that Luka had seemed to fit into for most of his life and understandably so. Svo’k had abandoned him and denied his existence to Luka’s mother. Not his brightest and most shining moment as a man, a point he was well aware of.

Why had he been called here? He had braced himself for words and emotions that would tear at his heart. He was ready for this of course, but is that really why Luka had called him halfway across the galaxy, to yell at him? Here? Svo’k did not much like this place anymore, he was of course at peace with what he had done in his youth as a Sith, but that did not mean that he had much of an interest in revisiting some of the places where his antics were on wide display. In fact, for years he avoided the Council of Knowledge all together, a den of temptation and a reminder about the type of man he was. Again, he was at peace with it, but this was not a fun trip down memory lane, more like walking through the cemetery in which he buried his former self. Had Luka found something, perhaps video of the young Svo’k that he wanted to rub in his face? No, Luka was not a cruel man, he was a good man, even if he was not always especially good to Svo’k. In fact, of his children Svo’k would put Luka up on the same pedestal he would put Damien on, the two of them especially turned out the best despite…him. Luka was an accomplished healer in the Jedi Order and a benevolent Jedi Knight who clearly cared for all of the people of the galaxy never once succumbing to the sadness and often times depressing reality of what his job entailed. Luka had seen it all, death, destruction, and he still carried himself with a smell on his face and with open arms to anyone who needed his help. Svo’k had to remind himself of this as he took two steps into the room and gently cleared his throat.*

“Luka, you called for me?”

Post by **Luka Balmore** » Fri Mar 12, 2021 9:07 pm

Luka had heard the door open, the half Sephi Knight sat quietly on the couch his eyes closed with a steaming pot of tea in front of him with two glasses. The last he had heard from others at the temple, Svo’k seemed to enjoy a red tea, he was not sure what red it was exactly, but he knew that Svo’k certainly did enjoy it, so he took a stab at it. A neutral tea that had the right balance between fragrance and taste. Not that it mattered all that much, he was not bringing him here for a tea tasting, although tea was certainly on a pedestal and of course the beverage of choice for proper Jedi. Some did indeed prefer coffee and that was of course a weakness that he accepted in them, no one was particularly perfect even Jedi, inlcuding some of the Jedi he personally looked up to. He could lecture them without end on the benefits of tea over coffee, especially physiological benefits, but few seemed to care. It wasn’t like he was a doctor or anything right? The young Jedi Knight opened his eyes as he heard Svo’k speak, the older Jedi’s voice echohing through the room asking the most simple of questions. Typical of a Guardian class Jedi, straight forward and to the point. There was a certain charm about it, one that was not lost on the Consular and Physician.

His blue eyes opened and he blinked a few times as his pupils adjusted to the lighting in the room. His pointed ears seemed to twinge slightly at the echo of Svo’k’s voice as he turned in his seat to motion towards the elder Jedi.

“I did, come sit with me please. I have some tea poured for you.”

Luka took a sharp breath in trying to ensure that his tone and demeanor was genuine, this was not a day that he was particuarly looking forward to, the awkwardness was clear as Svo’k moved across the room and sat down to the right of Luka as there were no other seats available. Luka turned and bent foward to pick up cup of tea gently with both hands cradling with the same importance he might place on a newborn child. As Svo’k took the cup, Luka offered him a bit of a warm smile.

“I’ve been here with my Padawan for several months now as you know and it occurred to me that you grew up here didn’t you?”

He looked for a nod from Svo’k or perhaps a word, but a nod would suffice and that was exactly what he received. The tension in the room was thick, if he was being honest with himself, he had not treated Svo’k with respect over the years and he was quite sure that Svo’k was guarding his emotions at the moment.

“I thought so. So far from the safety of the Mountain Citadel or our Temple on Coruscant, so incredibly different than how I grew up. It’s really fascinating to me the differences here.”

Luka took a short sip of his tea.

“I treat Jedi and Sith here alike, things have changed but I imagine they aren’t incredibly different from when you were here. I read a quote in a book that Zhi had lent me ‘’History does not repeat, but it rhymes.’ There are Sith here, I mentioned that…there is this one young Darksider, he’s about sixteen now, he has a female companion that he spends a lot of time around. It is none of my business per say in the activities they engage in, but one could only imagine. Anyway, this young man was raised by Sith, but he is at odds with who he is. I’ve watched him for a few months, he suffers internally in this never ending battle between how he was raised and who he is as a young man now. He tried to take his own life yesterday….”

Luka tapped his fingers on his cup of tea and let the aroma of the beverage sooth his soul for a brief moment.

“Unfortunately he was quite skilled in his attempt and nothing we could do for him was enough. I’ve seen death as you know, it’s part of my job, but I have never seen such pain in a young person’s eyes before, his female companion is destroyed and we have her on a psychiatric hold, poor girl. You can tell she loved him with all of her heart and has no idea why he did what he did. But I do. I looked at him…and for the first time in my life I felt like I understood you Svo’k. You grew up here, you were raised by Sith, identified as one, but there was this conflict and I do not wish to presume, but I assume you hated yourself for who you were and the things you had done. So you did things, you engaged in behavior that I could not understand, you had physical relations with scores of people including my mother…you were spiraling. Just like him.”

Luka’s blue eyes met Svo’k’s for a long moment.

“I’ll let you talk in a second. But I called you here, to tell you that I finally understand you. I don’t condone the things you did, but I understand them and the more I see you, I know you don’t condone what you did either. I judged you, I hated you for a long time for what you did to my mother and what you did to me. That was wrong of me, so very wrong of me and I am so deeply sorry for the pain I must of caused you in rejecting you as my father. There is no real excuse for my actions Svo’k, but I was raised in a temple, far away from the temptations of the galaxy. Away from spice dealers, people who freely offered up their bodies for pleasure, and most of all, away from the influence of the Dark Side.”

He sipped his tea once more.

“When I saw that young man die, I saw you and what could have become of you, I grieved for him and understood the pain he endured and if I may be so bold, finally understood some of the pain that you went through. I never had any business judging you and I brought you here to ask for your forgiveness for my behavior towards you over the years. It is not who I am nor the type of Jedi I am and I sincerely apologize… ”

Post by **Svo'k Lynd** » Sat Mar 13, 2021 7:06 am

As Svo’k had nodded and made his way over to the couch to sit down next to his fully grown son, graciously took the tea and thanked the younger Jedi. He saw assorted creams and sweeteners sitting on the coffee table but he could already tell by the sent of the beverage that it had been made perfectly. Svo’k did not engage in the coffee versus tea war that was had been playfully but viciously been going on in the order well before he joined it. He did however prefer tea to coffee, the reason being is that the teas that he drank did not contain any caffeine at all, caffeine was drug and as silly as it sounds Svo’k tended to avoid drugs in any form other than medical since he came to the Jedi Order several years ago. It was his own line in the sand that he made for himself, he knew the chances of going back to his old habits were all but finished, he never was what one would call a true addicts. He was addicted yes, but it was a bit more complex than chemical addiction. It was an addiction to anger, to sadness, and to self destruction. Yes there was of course a chemical addiction present, but he was not your typical addict.

Svo’k sipped the tea, to confirm that Luka had indeed made it perfectly, it was then Luka asked his question about whether or not Svo’k grew up here, it seemed as if the younger Jedi had more to say so Svo’k simply nodded as he sipped his tea to let Luka continue. He took note in the rigid way the younger man was sitting, it was if he was going out of his way to be a bit nicer to Svo’k and that there was perhaps something he wanted to get off his chest. Again Svo’k braced himself for whatever it was, he remembered when he lost Adrian and came across Luka in the morgue mourning his older brother. Oh that day, his heart ached just thinking about it. Losing Adrian was awful, but he had always seemed to think that he had lost Luka completely as well. The anger the young Jedi had displayed had never been seen before coming from him. Luka was as level headed as the best of the best of the Jedi Order even as a Padawan his control of his emotions and positive outlook put some of his peers to shame. He was just overall a good Jedi and to see that coming from him and knowing the words he had said were true, was incredibly painful for Svo’k, it confirmed for him that he would never have anything beyond a professional relationship with his oldest living child.

Luka began to speak more at length about his observations at the council and the young Sith….the young Sith that sounded eerily similar. He wondered briefly if he could meet the boy, perhaps he could have an impact in sharing his story. He’d show him some of his tattoos, his scars and maybe just maybe that would be enough to help him. He was ready to get up from the couch right then and there and ask Luka to take him to see the young man, then the story turned and Svo’k sunk into the couch a bit. He fixated on Luka watching every single word form as he moved his lips, it was almost as if he was having an out of body experience for a moment in time, when it was confirmed that the young man had committed suicide. Svo’k set his mug down and exhaled slowly grieving for the young Sith whom he’d never even met. It was like a punch to the gut, the reality of the situation was so close to home that it did cause him to stop and think about what would have happened if he had ever been successful, the pain he would have caused others. He sighed and was about to speak but sensed Luka had more to say.

As Luka continued speaking Svo’k picked his tea back up again and slowly sipped it, the red liquid draining from the cup and soothing him as he recovered from the part of the story that was just a bit too much like himself. Luka went on to say that he understood Svo’k finally…and butterflies filled Svo’k’s stomach and a sense of Euphoria hit his brain. What??? “I’ll let you talk in a second.” Said Luka….was he dreaming? Was Luka actually….”I am so deeply sorry for the pain I must have caused you in rejecting you as my father.” No kriffing way. This could not be real. Luka was apologizing to Svo’k?! There was more, he went on to basically indicate that he had no business judging Svo’k as he had not lived the life Svo’k had lived and….whoa. Svo’k tried to desperately maintain his composure, he wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to lean across the couch and embrace Luka for the first time in his now eldest son’s life but he restrained himself for the most part as his eyes started to water.*

“Luka…I….”

*Svo’k took a deep breath.*

“You don’t owe me an apology as nice as it is to hear, and I do thank you for it, it does make me feel much better. But there is no excuse for what I did to your mother and rejecting you, yes I was a confused teen just like that Sith boy you spoke of, a little bit too much like him from the sound of it. I feel so bad for him, I was hoping before you told me his fate that you’d brought me here to talk some sense into him, I wish I could have. Anyway, I’m so sorry Luka, I was a terrible young man and I’ve come to terms with the things I did, but you’re right, I don’t condone them. In fact I hate it here because it’s a reminder and don’t worry about that, you called and I came. You’re…..my Son, I may not be your father in your eyes, but you are my Son and know that if you called from the edges of the galaxy in need of me, I’d travel through hell and back just to get to you.”

*Tears filled Svo’k’s eyes and started to roll down his cheeks.*

“I am so proud of you Luka, the type of man you are and the type of Jedi you are is one that I could never dream to be. You are good Luka. Undeniably good and if your greatest weakness was despising me…then I was okay with that, I was never going to force it because I never felt I deserved you. You’re just too good…and those times when I visited Alex, I wanted to see you, but…and I am sorry for this, my young brain told me that you were good and I looked at Adrian….I looked at Johnathon and said to myself, you’re going to kriff him up if you try to have a relationship with him. I did want a relationship with you and my angsty brain, told me that you were better off without me….and look at you now, I’d put you up against any Jedi in the order demeanor wise.”

*He cleared his throat and wiped his face.*

“Just know that despite my failings, despite your feelings towards me in the past I’ve always loved you Luka and I always will…and even at the worst of our relationship I’d do anything for you…”

Post by **The Narrator** » Sat Mar 13, 2021 3:30 pm

The two Jedi Knights, father and son stood up and embraced each other. Not entirely making up for a lifetime of cold feelings and abandonment issues, but it was a start. The two were on a new path with each other now, a path of understanding and genuine care and respect for one another.

As the scene once again faded, Svo’k was still being tended to by Zhi, Luka, and now Ashlin assisting where she could. Svo’k had just opened his eyes and looked to the half-Sephi Jedi Master and healer, his oldest living son.

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